I found what follows lying on my desk one morning.　As you will see, it appears to be the first-person story of a young woman, evidently beautiful and not unskilled in the arts of love.　According to her story, she appears to have been involved, both perilously and romantically, with the same James Bond whose secret-service exploits I myself have written from time to time.　With the manuscript was a note signed "Vivienne Michel," assuring me that what she had written was purest truth and from the depths of her heart.　I was much interested in this view of James Bond, through the wrong end of the　

IN THE town there were two mutes, and they were alwaystogether. Early every morning they would come out fromthe house where they lived and walk arm in arm down thestreet to work. The two friends were very different. Theone who always steered the way was an obese anddreamy Greek. In the summer he would come outwearing a yellow or green polo shirt stuffed sloppily intohis trousers in front and hanging loose behind. When itwas colder he wore over this a shapeless gray sweater.His face was round and oily, with half-closed eyelids andlips that curved in a gentle, stupid smile. The other mute...　

The Portygeeby Joseph C. LincolnCHAPTER IOverhead the clouds cloaked the sky; a ragged cloak it was, and,here and there, a star shone through a hole, to be obscured almostinstantly as more cloud tatters were hurled across the rent. Thepines threshed on the hill tops. The bare branches of the wild-cherry and silverleaf trees scraped and rattled and tossed. Andthe wind, the raw, chilling December wind, driven in, wet andsalty, from the sea, tore over the dunes and brown uplands andacross the frozen salt-meadows, screamed through the telegraph...　

LIN McLEANLIN McLEANByOWEN WISTER1- Page 2-LIN McLEANDEDICATIONMY DEAR HARRY MERCER: When Lin McLean was only a hero inmanuscript, he received his first welcome and chastening beneath yourpatient roof. By none so much as by you has he in private been helped andaffectionately disciplined, an now you must stand godfather to him upon...　

THE LIBRARY1THE LIBRARYBy Andrew Lang1- Page 2-THE LIBRARY2PREFATORY NOTEThe pages in this volume on illuminated and other MSS. (with theexception of some anecdotes about Bussy Rabutin and Julie deRambouillet) have been contributed by the Rev. W. J. Loftie, who has alsowritten on early printed books (pp. 94-95). The pages on the Biblioklept...　

SKETCHES OF YOUNG GENTLEMENSKETCHES OF YOUNGGENTLEMEN1- Page 2-SKETCHES OF YOUNG GENTLEMENTO THE YOUNG LADIES OF THE UNITED KINGDOM OFGREAT BRITAIN AND IRELAND; ALSO THE YOUNG LADIES OFTHE PRINCIPALITY OF WALES, AND LIKEWISE THE YOUNGLADIES RESIDENT IN THE ISLES OF GUERNSEY, JERSEY,ALDERNEY, AND SARK, THE HUMBLE DEDICATION OF THEIR...　

　　SABAT HAD smelled evil in the air for the past hour; a cloying cold mustiness that was stronger than the scent of the pine trees and belied the balmy late spring atmosphere. The silence, too, was noticeable. The absence of birdsong and the soughing of the mountain breeze seemed to have lapsed into a calm where not even a leaf rustled. As though the world held its breath and waited.　　　　The tall man in the dark, travel-stained and crumpled suit shrugged off the uneasiness he felt with a deliberate effort, paused on the long steep forest path to wipe the sweat from his high brow and aquiline f　

　　THE SUMERIANS　　　　Three thousand years before the birth of Christ, the first real moves towards civilisation emerged from southern Mesopotamia, around the lower reaches of the Euphrates and Tigris rivers. Because the land was between two rivers-Sumer-the people there were called Sumerians.　　Their ethnic origins have never been explained.　　This race of people made three important contributions towards our advancement-four if you count the establishment of firmly governed munities.　　The first two were these: The measurement of time in hours, days and months; and astrology, the study of the sta　

1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE TRAVELLING COMPANIONby Hans Christian AndersenPOOR John was very sad; for his father was so ill, he had nohope of his recovery. John sat alone with the sick man in the littleroom, and the lamp had nearly burnt out; for it was late in the night."You have been a good son, John," said the sick father, "and Godwill help you on in the world." He looked at him, as he spoke, withmild, earnest eyes, drew a deep sigh, and died; yet it appeared asif he still slept.John wept bitterly. He had no one in the wide world now; neither...　

附：【本作品来自互联网,本人不做任何负责】内容版权归作者所有。1The old seaman SquireSquire Trelawney, Dr Livesey, and the others have asked me to write down all I know about Treasure Island .My name is Jim Hawkins, and I was in the story right from the start, back in 17-.I was only a boy then, and it all began at the time my father owned the Admiral Benbow inn, at Black Hill Cove .I remember so clearly the day when the old seaman came to stay-I can almost see him in front of me as I write.He arrived with his sea-chest, a tall, strong man with a cut across one cheek. He sang that old sea sang as he walked up to the inn door　

SAMUEL BROHL & COMPANYSAMUEL BROHL &COMPANYVICTOR CHERBULIEZ1- Page 2-SAMUEL BROHL & COMPANYCHAPTER IWere the events of this nether sphere governed by the calculus ofprobabilities, Count Abel Larinski and Mlle. Antoinette Moriaz wouldalmost unquestionably have arrived at the end of their respective careerswithout ever having met. Count Larinski lived in Vienna, Austria; Mlle....　

-from mentaries on the Karaethon CycleSereine dar Shamelle MotaraCounsel-Sister to aelle,High Queen of Jaramide(circa 325 AB, the Third Age)Chapter 1(Serpent and Wheel)Seeds of ShadowThe Wheel of Time turns, and Ages e and pass, leaving memories that bee legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth es again. In. one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to e, an Age long past, a wind rose on the great plain called the Caralain Grass. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of 　

First Visit to New Englandby William Dean HowellsCONTENTS:BibliographicalMy First Visit to New EnglandFirst Impressions of Literary New YorkBIBLIOGRAPHICALLong before I began the papers which make up this volume, I had meant towrite of literary history in New England as I had known it in the livesof its great exemplars during the twenty-five years I lived near them.In fact, I had meant to do this from the time I came among them; but Ilet the days in which I almost constantly saw them go by without recordsave such as I carried in a memory retentive, indeed, beyond the common,...　

Chapter XVII of Volume III (Chap. 59)``MY dear Lizzy, where can you have been walking to?' was a question which Elizabeth received from Jane as soon as she entered their room, and from all the others when they sat down to table. She had only to say in reply, that they had wandered about, till she was beyond her own knowledge. She coloured as she spoke; but neither that, nor any thing else, awakened a suspicion of the truth.The evening passed quietly, unmarked by any thing extraordinary. The acknowledged lovers talked and laughed, the unacknowledged were silent. Darcy was not of a disposition　

Maid MarianMaid Marianby Thomas Love Peacock1- Page 2-Maid MarianCHAPTER INow come ye for peace here, or come ye for war? SCOTT."The abbot, in his alb arrayed," stood at the altar in the abbey-chapelof Rubygill, with all his plump, sleek, rosy friars, in goodly lines disposed,to solemnise the nuptials of the beautiful Matilda Fitzwater, daughter of...　

Worldly Ways and Bywaysby Eliot GregoryA Table of ContentsTo the READER1. Charm2. The Moth and the Star3. Contrasted Travelling4. The Outer and the Inner Woman5. On Some Gilded Misalliances6. The Complacency of Mediocrity7. The Discontent of Talent8. Slouch9. Social Suggestion10. Bohemia11. Social Exiles12. "Seven Ages" of Furniture13. Our Elite and Public Life14. The Small Summer Hotel15. A False Start16. A Holy Land17. Royalty at Play18. A Rock Ahead19. The Grand Prix...